EVERY HOUR
by V.P. Viddler
Lisa didn't know which of the boys it was. The blindfold saw
to that.
He didn't talk, only making grunting sounds, happy, piggish
rutting grunts as he did it to her. long grunts and short grunts,
doing it and doing it as she lay helpless and taut beneath him,
spread and straining, all of her open and unable to move, to
fight, because of the strong tight ropes binding wrists and
ankles to the bedposts.
Not that his voice would help to identify him; Lisa didn't
know any of them, except for Tom.
Her younger brother, Tom.
Who had put her here.
And brought six boys to do this to her. What this boy was
doing to her.
And for her to do things to them. For them. Which Lisa
wouldn't do.
It didn't matter how much it hurt.
But they thought if they hurt her enough she would do it.
Them.
Lisa didn't want to think so. But it didn't stop. It had no
stop. How long had it been? How many hours with boys raping her
continually. Not continually. But spasmodically. But steadily.
And hurting her. Awful hurt. Agony.
But no. She wouldn't.
They knew she would.
Lisa was afraid she would too.
And now the boy was grunting hard, almost shouting, and now
he was pounding on her body and spurting into her.
And Lisa was afraid. Now more pain.
But she wouldn't.
How many times? Every hour. Every hour on the hour, she
could hear a clock striking and a boy would come in and Lisa
couldn't see which boy it was and couldn't talk with the thick
gag in her mouth and couldn't do anything to stop his hands on
her body and his body on hers and his cock going into her and his
fucking, his slow or fast or hard or soft fucking and his
grunting or giggling or panting or taunting as he did it to her.
And then standing up. A striking of a match. An inhalation,
a blowing out of smoke. Into her face.
"Will you do it, Lisa?"
Taut, shaking, biting at the gag, Lisa stubbornly shaking
her head. And then pain.
Agony.
Screaming horrible agony of a hot burning cigarette slowly,
slowly ground out on her breast. Slowly twisting burning into
soft tender helpless flesh. Lisa arching against her bonds and
screaming into the gag.
And the door closing.
Lying for an hour.
A door opening.
Raping.
Asking.
Burning.
And now this boy was standing up. Lisa could not help
whimpering with the striking of the match. Shaking her head.
Inahalation. Exhalation.
Oh god have mercy I can't please sweet Jesus help me I can't
no not again I can't I can't I can't---
"Will you do it, Lisa?"
No! Mewling into the gag. No! Don't! No! I can't! Crying.
Lisa was nodding. Moaning into the gag. Sobbing. Nodding.
Nodding hard, fast.
"You will?"
Nodding. Crying. I can't, I can't, no more.
The boy was at the door.
"I got her," he said.
Crying, sobbing into the gag. All the boys came into the
room. Someone pulling off the blindfold. Tom grinning down at
her.
"I knew you would, Lisa." Undoing her gag, pulling it out.
"Say it."
No.
"Say it, Lisa."
The boy standing with the cigarette. Waiting.
"I'll do it," Lisa said, crying.
"You'll do what?" Tom said. "Say it. Say it or I'll burn you
till you do."
Lisa was sobbing, body shaking, naked and helpless in front
of them all.
"I'll suck your cocks," Lisa said, crying, sobbing.
"Say it again," Tom said, grinning.
"I'll suck your cocks," Lisa said.
"Say it again."
"I'll suck your cocks."
"Again."
"I'll suck your cocks."
"Tell us you want to, Lisa."
"I want to."
"You want to what, Sis?"
"I want to suck your cocks."
"Burn her," Tom said. "Just so she'll do it right."
"No! I will! I will! I swear I will!"
The boy did it slowly, grinning at her eyes, squeezing one
breast while grinding the cigarette into the other, and all the
boys watching Lisa arching and straining and bucking and flailing
and Tom now fucking his sister and raping her and then Lisa was
untied and crawling from boy to boy and taking each cock into her
mouth and sucking slowly crying and swallowing all day...